Hiya guys! So this is my first story, it will be short, and I'm really hoping you guys like it :) be aware that I have no beta, so this story is pretty raw, however I apologize for that. Anyway, thank you so much for reading!
Disclaimer: I own nothing, and I'm most definitely not J. K. Rowling.
The Cigarette
She placed the cigarette on her red lips taking the last taste before making the decision to look for him in the middle of the night during a saturday.
She had an accurate idea of his whereabouts. The Blind Tiger was the most obvious choice, considering it was in that bar where Hermione Granger forgot her morals and principles the first time she let herself be seduced by Draco Malfoy that thursday night four months ago.
And since then, her life fell in an endless routine. Draco was a constant in it. She had a successful career as an Unspeakable in the Department of Mysteries, however, her personal life was built in an unhealthy addiction to Draco Malfoy, wine, and guilt. Mostly wine.
The definition of their relationship was unclear. She was ignorant as to what place she was occupying in his life, but she knew with a fearful certainty what Draco meant for her. She knew the moment she felt the trail of sensations he left in her body with every kiss the first time he claimed her, and she became more aware of it with their constant rendezvous, and in the third month after their first meeting, she realized the exact moment when she was lost in him as she looked into his grey eyes, that were dark with lust and desire resembling to his intentions, and yet with the heavy knowledge that he might as well be her perdition, she kept finding herself opening the door for him at night, knowing very well that he would be gone by the morning.
She distinguished the smoke leaving her mouth as the cigarette left her hands, and she step on it with the resolution in mind of finding Draco, like every time he had left her waiting for hours, with the dinner already cold, and her dignity falling apart for every sound her heels made on the pavement and with a fresh cigarette between her fingers.